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Saturday, June 22, 2013

Summary from Goodreads: A cruise ship. A beautiful island. Two sexy guys. What could possibly go wrong?

In the Bermuda Triangle—a lot.

Hoping to leave behind the reminders of her crappy life--her father's death years ago, her mother's medical problems, and the loser who’s practically stalking her--seventeen-year-old Autumn Taylor hops on a ship with her sister for a little distraction. When she wakes up in the Bermuda Triangle, she fears she's gone nuts for more than one reason: that loser’s suddenly claiming they're a happy couple... a hot guy is wrapping his arms around her and saying "Happy Anniversary"... and suddenly, she’s full of bruises, losing her hair, and getting IV medication. Autumn visits the ship's doctor, hoping for a pill or a shot to make the craziness go away. Instead, she's warned that these "alternate realities" could become permanent.

She just has to ask herself one question—how the hell is she going to get out of this mess?

***Excerpt***

“Are
you all right, honey?”

I
opened my eyes. An attractive young woman with red hair and brilliant

green
eyes was looking at me. What I thought was salt water from the

ocean
must have been tears because my face was the only one nearby that

was
wet. I glanced at her concerned expression and smiled. “Yes, thank

your
life. Nothing will be the same when it’s over, but it will be worth it.

You’ll
see.” Her emerald eyes twinkled, and she nodded her head once.

I
forced a laugh to be polite. “Thanks. Enjoy your cruise.”

What
a weirdo. What did that even mean? How could a cruise change

my
life? I moved from my spot to avoid more weirdness from her and

found
a less populated area at the back of the ship. New York and New

Jersey
disappeared behind us as we charged toward Bermuda and away

from
the mess my life had become.

A
cloud covered the retreating sun, sending shivers through me. A

white-haired
lady dropped her purse and lots of change tumbled out. A

penny
hit my foot and landed on tails.

My
cell phone buzzed. I pulled it from my pocket. I had thirteen

messages
and thirteen texts. How would Nisha survive the next five days

without
hearing from me? I took care of the messages and told her I’d call

her
when we got back to Jersey.

Even
though I was not very superstitious, a bad feeling crawled into

the
pit of my stomach and took up residence.

I
knew what I was leaving behind, but what was I floating toward?

***

Kimberly
Miller received Bachelor's degrees from Georgian Court University and Rutgers
University and a Master's degree from The University of Medicine and Dentistry
of New Jersey. She is an avid reader and particularly enjoys true crime and
young adult novels. She grew up in New Jersey and currently resides in Monmouth
County with her husband and three cats. When she’s not writing, she loves to
travel to sunny islands where she snorkels by day and stargazes by night. She
always takes her Nook with her.